"Yeah. We're cool." 

It doesn't seem like there's much more to say. He leans on Z and waits for the others to get back. 

Meanwhile--

"I think, if I've understood this machine right, when I press this button he'll be out."

(Sasha's alive, Sasha's alive, Sasha's alive--)

"Go ahead, I'll watch the door." 

He presses it.

The child inside the machine is very very small. 

He pulls his arms automatically to try to shield his eyes from the light, but he can't; his arms are attached to the sides of the cylinder with metal. So he shuts his eyes very very tightly.

"It's okay," Asher says gently, "we're going to help you." He starts trying to figure out how to take the kid out.

He moves toward the child, keeps half an eye on the door. "Do you speak English?" very soft. "Oder sprichst du Deutsch?" 

The child is frightened. He makes a sad whimpering noise. 

Asher murmurs soft reassuring words while he unlocks the kid.

"We've got you," still very soft. 

When the last cuff is unlocked the child falls forward like he's not used to bearing his own weight. 

Asher moves forward hesitantly. "Do you want me to pick you up?"

The child shakes his head, with a scared expression.

"Can you walk on your own?" 

The child shakes his head.

"Do you want to take him or should I?" he says to Asher. 

"I think you're generally the one who's more comforting to small children?"

Also, as far as Asher is aware, Marlo has never murdered children in any universe.

"This is going to be scary, but we can't leave you here and we can't stay," he says to the child, very softly, and then scoops him up. 

The child starts crying into Marlo's shoulder.

"We're going to need a name for him that isn't 'Hitler.'"

He has some experience with comforting crying children. "He can take the last name of whoever adopts him. Do you think he needs a new first name too?" 

"'Adolf' is really, really associated with his original. We could call him that until he's calmed down enough to pick his own name."

"Adam, maybe, if he doesn't have his own ideas." He's rubbing the child's back. 

Having his back rubbed only makes the child cry harder.

"Adam, it's going to be okay. We're not going to hurt you. --Did they tell you that we're bad?"